hot shit, i get bread, honest yes// i am but,
modest? not yet, not if i said that i was the best//
^would i b?| _ |shit could i b?^.. wat if this. i kno i am//
wait no, i knew i was!, keyz, wit the newst plug//
was, on the block, now sittin on the coolest dub dueces wat// plus i stay wit the shotty like eulmer fudd, n keep that white girl, ellen, degeneras//
i spray like im aimin fa pests wit hugs frum teks n such//-
no vendetta cuz, clips i 'switch' quik like 'will smith'//
money cars clothes hoes thats wat a deal a get//
42 keyz got the leanience of a millyin vets//
but come at my neck n imma stomp you into a beur skin rug//-
i dont play bout it, they wilin.. who?, my dudes//
a fye dudes up, lye u, but then shave ya foheads' like kiyu's//
'bramah bull', i ca fly a dude 'wit one swing of the nose'//
'long shotty n lift em clean off his toes'//
or chop him at the ankles n cleave him clean frum his toes//
im clean frum my head to my T, to my shoes//
back up to my sweet fresh//
linen n the time i a b fake'll be the day snitches was made out to b threats//
my heat lirics a b embeded inta each speaker indented in every fuckin trunk in america//
'dont trip', EXPECIALLY cuz the boi is 'ahead of ya'//
level up like pokemon, imma bomb like mew now that im out the metal cuffs//
fa real

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